Missing: - Caitlyn Siehl, Flyer (via alonesomes)
A pair of street fair hands.
Ones that are always ripping
tickets or waving goodbye,
or something equally as hopeless.
Check Main Street, maybe. Maybe
my kitchen. Oh, what the hell. I’ll do it. Just call if you see them wandering somewhere without a ferris wheel.
Whatever you do, don’t hold them. Just don’t, okay? You’ll never bring them back to me once you do, and I just couldn’t stand that.
A pair of pinwheel eyes, too. They belong to the hands mentioned above. There’s a theme here, you see? The theme being that they’re both a noise I like to walk into, an empty parking lot that isn’t empty anymore.
If the eyes are spinning too fast for you to pick what color they are, wait for the wind to stop. If the hands are clapping, or waving, let them finish. Let them still and then show them this.
Tell them I’m sorry.
Tell them I’ve been looking for them.
Always have been.❞